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When all the world was younger,
When petals lay as snow,
What recked I of the hunger
An empty heart can know?
For love was young and cheery,
And love was quick and free;
To-morrow might be weary,
But when was that to me?
But now the world is older,
And now to-morrow's come,
The winds are rushing colder,
And all the birds are dumb.
And icy shackles fetter
The brooklet's sunny blue--
And I was never better;
But what is that to you?
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